|Heather looking gorgeous.|
Ed. Note: Heather and I agree, there is just something about September that back-to-school, new clothes thing. Never mind January, September was always the beginning of the new year, filled with far more hope and promise than what the calendar said. Maybe it’s because we’re both American.
I remember flying to New York City with my parents to choose my fall “wardrobe” (a rather extravagant word for it, but it was thrilling). We lived outside of Niagara Falls and this annual trip was beyond exciting. Stocking up for camp signaled fun, but not fashion.
It seems in France it’s all about notebooks, pens and pencils. I have no recollection of school supplies. All I remember is the frisson of shopping. Like Heather, I plan to see what’s hidden in my closet before I think about something new — just because. I certainly don’t need anything, but when did that ever have anything to do with anything?
Here then is the lovely and talented Heather, waxing nostalgic on the subject. Do visit her at her divine blog, Lost in Arles, for more of her delightful writing and stunning photography.